WARNING: SPICE LEVEL – HOT! A few minutes later my phone vibrated on the table, and I read a text message that sent shivers down my body. I want you, Claire. I'll make you beg. I'll fuck you until you can't feel your legs. Whisper in your ear to come for me while you dig your nails into my back. “Oh my God,” I blushed uncontrollably as his hand made its way back onto my legs. “Jake, stop!” “Do you really want me to?” he whispered, moving steadily upward. “Tell me you really want me to, and I will.” I should have. I knew that I should have. I should have made Jake stop. We were in the library, for crying out loud. People studied there. And we weren’t alone. I looked around. I didn’t see any cameras. At the same time, that sneaky hand reached the inside of my thigh. I gasped, closing my eyes. “I’ll stop. I will.” His hand disappeared up my skirt. I opened my legs slightly, aching for his touch. “Hmm,” he whispered, “I think you want me to keep going.”

Author Bio

Tia Lewis is a romance author from the Midwest who writes about smart, sexy, sassy women and hot, possessive alpha males. Her favorite bad boys to write about include sports players, mafia, bikers, billionaires and the bad-ass next door. You can find her cooking, reading, or traveling when she’s not busy working on her next release.